Short were the days of the wise man, went up the hill and never came back.
A stubborn soul will fight anything, a restless soul won´t just settle in.
Left home in search for a paradise, found a place for parasites, like leaches they sucked him dry.
Numbed the pain, with bottles of whiskey...

On that day, he went up that hill, couldn´t go on by remaining still.
Gave him some and took some more, made him their slave, became a whore.

There was no other choice for it to end, just to look at the bullet with a grin.

These were the days of the wise man, went up the hill and stumbled back.
Lost it all and everything, such a will to fly, they lured him in.

On that day, he went up that hill, couldn´t go on by remaining still.
Gave him some and took some more, made him their slave, became a whore.

There was no other choice for it to end, just to look at the bullet with a grin.
So won´t you stand and hail this institution, this is the enticement, your one last solution.
You can fight against but these walls will stand.
For every brick you take you´ll fight a wicked man.